**Isabella**
My heart raced as I descended the staircase, cradling baby Nathan in my arms. Relief flooded through me when I saw Razor entering the foyer.
"Razor, Razor," I called in a shaky voice."Help, please."
Razor's gaze snapped to me, concern etched on his face. Without a word, he hurried over to my side, gently taking Nathan from my arms.
"What's wrong?" Razor asked, his voice calm yet filled with urgency.
"I... I don't know," I stuttered, my eyes welling up with tears. "I was waiting for you to come back, and I got tired, so I went upstairs to check on Nathan, and I found him like this."
Razor placed his hand on Nathan's forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from his tiny body. His frown deepened as he realized Nathan was running a temperature.
"We need to get him help," Razor said.He turned to Dean, who stood nearby. "Call John and tell him to get here right now," Razor instructed, his eyes never leaving Nathan.
